Morning sun, bright spirit's herald,
Waken to a dawn of azure beauty.
Away, away, oh dungeon corridors,
The prisoner ends his sentence.

To light, to light, away from night,
The stark granite blocks shall crumble before the blazing light of Helios.
An end to fearful confinement in dark, unlit cell.
The upper earth shall greet my soul on the day of my return.

George Chadderdon © 1991